"S2S"

In a world like ours there is discrimination in every aspect of life and it has been for many millennia so it does not surprise me that it has manifested into a hidden form. But why? We can all see through the veil for what it really is and yet nothing changes because no one is willing to be the one to shoulder the burden and take the brunt of trauma that may come with it so that we (the minority) may one day say that we are all equal even under the law.

Everything is black. I'm awake I think, but I can't see what surrounds me. Was I wearing a tie? I grab the knot around my neck and give it a tug. I allow it to fall to the ground, At least I think it's the ground. My barefeet continue the sensual conversation With this hidden, unmoving floor sending my body a shivering proclamation. My back is shot full of searing pain. I reach back to try and calm the raging Storm of pain in my spine when my hands brush a beacon of torture. With every touch and twist of my back I can feel my flesh separate. What is this? A single light overhead springs to life blinding me So that I may not see still what lies ahead of me. Patiently I wait til I may see what lies in front. I know this place, though even now the name of Oval Office still seems strange. What are these words? They're written everywhere. These rules we call laws are written all over these walls Melded together indistinguishable from the next, But only because of the color used. If only it wasn't written in color maybe then these laws would make sense. It should be as clear as black and white, But even then the black isn't as clear as the white. Strange. I've barely moved, yet I didn't notice this rope on the floor. Where is my tie? My body no longer responds to my will. I walk over to the desk and leap to the top. I secure the rope. One last glance at the these unclear color written laws scrawled All over these walls unrelatable to anyone. I spot a mirror, in it I can see my back. "S2S" has been carved in my flesh As if I were a human text message. I step forward off the desk and feel the rope tighten. Right before I go it becomes clear what it means. Slaves to society.

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This poem had so much power to it it. I was immediately sucked in from the first line and was blown away by your choice of words. My particularly favorite part is from"My bare feet continue the sensual..." up until "... a beacon of torture". I've never seen some of those words used to describe the things you used them for, but I'm so glad you did! I'm sure I said "Wow." multiple times throughout this poem. This poem made me think, and I like that, and even made me reassess some if my own work. G... (more »)

The fact that this piece is so alluring to you makes me proud to have written it. I enjoy using words that wouldn't normally be used in a specific context, and in turn using them in that exact not normal context. Enjoy the rest of my work, and remember I love feedback.

This reminds me of the book written by Uncle Tom in the 1850's; it made an impact on the society in a big way: It contributed to the end of slavery in the U.S.... I believe this is a continuation of the revolution that already was began by old man Uncle Tom!! Amazing words!!

I dream of the day when society becomes equal for everyone under any and all circumstances. To be treated differently based on who you are is a terrible to thing to undergo and to witness. I am dedicated to making a change in this world even if its only a change in one person. Thank you for reading, and comparing my work to such an impactful literary piece.